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WHO comes to-night? We ope the doors in vain.
Who comes? My bursting walls, can you contain / The presences that now together throng / Your narrow entry, as with flowers and song, / As with the air of life, the breath of talk? / Lo, how these fair immaculate women walk / Behind their jocund maker; and we see / Slighted _De Mauves_, and that far different she, / _Gressie_, the trivial sphynx; and to our feast / _Daisy_ and _Barb_ and _Chancellor_ (she not least! ) / With all their silken, all their airy kin, / Do like unbidden angels enter in.
But he, attended by these shining names, / Comes (best of all) himself-our welcome James.